Chapter 367- Belonging to Her

Chapter 367: Chapter 367- Belonging to Her

"It is the mother," the spider woman breathed.

He pulled her closer. His hand on the spider woman’s wrist, guiding her, pulling her to stand beside him at the bedside. His cock still buried in the mother’s cunt, his thumb still in her ass.

"How is it?" he said to the mother. "Hasn’t life repaid it? You recognized me."

The mother moaned. Her face turned, her dark eyes streaming, her mouth open. "HAAANGH yes yes yes please HNNNGH"

He looked at the spider woman.

"Help her," he said. "Bring your finger."

The spider woman trembled.

He took her hand. He guided it. Her fingers, pale and thin, reached toward the mother’s pussy. Toward the junction where his cock entered the swollen, shaved lips. He placed her fingertips directly against the mother’s cunt, against the stretched flesh where his shaft disappeared inside.

She felt it.

The bulge of his cock through the mother’s pussy wall. The ridge of his head, visible as a lump under the skin, moving as he thrust. The heat of the mother’s arousal coating her fingers. The wet, obscene friction of cock against cunt against her fingertips.

"Rub her," he said.

The spider woman’s fingers moved. Slowly at first, tentatively, her pale digits circling the mother’s clit while his cock thrust in and out beside them. The mother’s body responded, her pussy clenching, her ass tightening around his thumb, her moans deepening.

"HAAANGH HNNNGH PLEASE"

The spider woman looked at the mother’s face. At the expression. The rolled eyes, the open mouth, the tongue, the tears. The expression was not pain. It was not reluctance. It was arousal. Pure, unfiltered, bone-deep arousal. The same arousal the spider woman had felt last night.

These women were not hating him for having sex with her.

They were aroused.

The realization hit the spider woman with the force of a door opening. These four women, arranged in a line, their pussies shaved, their asses raised, were not competing. They were not jealous. They were not angry that he had spent the night with the spider woman. They were wet. They were ready. They were waiting their turn.

The spider woman’s own pussy leaked.

The pink fold between her spider segments swelled, the clear fluid seeping through the silver fur, dripping onto the floor. The combination of feeling the mother’s arousal under her fingers, hearing the moans, watching the cock thrust in and out, and knowing that these women wanted this man the same way she did, was overwhelming.

He fucked the mother harder.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

"HAAANGH HNNNGH AAANGH"

The mother’s body convulsed. Her enormous tits swung beneath her, the dark nipples dragging across the furs. Her pussy clenched around his shaft in rapid, rhythmic pulses. She was cumming.

He slammed deep. One final thrust, his hips flat against her ass, his cock buried to the root. He came. Not the full, endless load of the night before. A smaller, thicker pulse. The cum pumping into the mother’s cunt, the warmth flooding her, the overflow immediate.

"HNNGH fuck"

He pulled out.

The mother’s pussy gaped, the cum running from the shaved, swollen entrance in a thick white stream. She collapsed forward, her enormous body sinking into the furs, her face buried, her ass still raised, her anus still twitching from his thumb.

He moved to the next three asses.

He stood before them. Three remaining. The small, tight ass in the middle. The pale, heavy one on the left. The dark, pregnant one on the right.

He knew.

The middle was the daughter. The left was the succubus. The right was Soha.

He chuckled.

His left hand went to the succubus’s pussy. Two fingers, sliding between the shaved, pink lips, pressing deep. The succubus’s body jolted, her enormous ass clenching, her wings stirring beneath the blanket.

His right hand went to Soha’s pussy. Two fingers, sliding between the swollen, dark lips, pressing into the pregnant heat. Soha’s body arched, her pregnant belly pressing into the mattress, her dark nipples stiff against the fur.

His cock went to the middle.

The daughter’s small, tight ass. Her shaved, thin pussy, the lips barely parted, the entrance narrow. He positioned the head against her anal.

"Shouldn’t you all three welcome the new woman in the group?" he said.

He slammed his cock into the daughter’s anal.

PAAH

"AAAAAIYAANGH"

He fingered the succubus and Soha simultaneously, his two fingers driving into each of their pussies in rhythm with his cock. The three women moaned in unison, the sound overlapping, filling the room.

"HYAAAK HNNNGH AAANGH" The succubus, her enormous ass clenching around his fingers.

"OUNGH HAAANGH HNN" Soha, her pregnant belly convulsing.

"AAANGH PLEASE BE GENTLE" The daughter, her small body rocking from the anal penetration.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

The slap-slapping sound filled the room. His hips against the daughter’s small ass. His fingers in the succubus and Soha. The wet, liquid percussion of flesh against flesh, of fingers against pussies, of cock against anal.

"Welcome her," he said. His voice was even, commanding, the tone of a man directing an orchestra. "Tell her."

The daughter’s voice came first. Broken, gasping, between thrusts.

"Welcome... HAAANGH... welcome... HNNNGH"

The succubus followed. Her voice low, throaty, carrying the warm authority of a Throne Bishop.

"Welcome, darling... HYAAAK... welcome home... HNNNGH"

Soha’s voice was last. Quiet, calm, even through the moans.

"Welcome... OUNGH... to the family... HAAANGH"

The spider woman stood beside the bed.

Her dark eyes moved from face to face. The mother, collapsed, cum leaking from her pussy. The daughter, being fucked in the anal, her small body rocking. The succubus, her enormous ass clenching around his fingers. Soha, her pregnant belly shaking.

Her hand was still wet from the mother’s pussy. Her own pussy was leaking, the clear fluid running down her silver fur.

She breathed.

One long, slow, trembling exhale. Her dark eyes found his face. At the man standing in the center of the bed, his cock in one woman, his fingers in two others, his fourth woman collapsed beneath him. At the way he owned them. The way they wanted to be owned. The way they welcomed a new member not with jealousy but with the open, aroused generosity of women who had accepted their role.

"He’s claiming them," she whispered. "Just as he claimed me."

She watched his hips drive into the daughter. Watched his fingers curl inside the succubus and Soha. Watched the three women moan in unison, their bodies moving in his rhythm, their voices carrying his name in fragments between the sounds.

"Like a beast," she said.

Her spider legs carried her forward. She climbed onto the bed. Her eight tips finding the mattress, her human body moving beside his. Her hand found his back, her pale fingers pressing against his spine.

She didn’t pull him away.

She pressed him deeper.

Her palm on his lower back, pushing his hips forward, driving his cock further into the daughter’s anal. The daughter screamed. The succubus moaned. Soha gasped.

The spider woman’s face was flushed, her dark eyes wet, her lips parted.

Her internal voice was quiet.

’If this is what belonging feels like, then I belong.’

She pushed him deeper again.

PAAH